The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1887-12-10
a THANKSGIVING.

Twss many a year ago, dear, twas many
yearago,
You Sat in the singers seat, dear, and l i
the pew below;
And the parson preached and prayed, deal
and bale the faithful raise
To God Il true Thanksgiving OF earnest pray
Ell and praise.
To ne the year just ended had brought n,
dole or dearth;
The fire was burning brightly upon my lionel.
hearth,
1had seen the springs glad promise 'neatl
the summers smile unfold,
had seen the harvests gathered when the
green had turned to gold.
! knew that, counting treasures ty ever,
Many a man might envy the blessings thai
were nine;
They saw my fertile acres, they saw my gath.
cred store.
With such II fair inheritance, what could q
man ask moref
But | listened to the preaching In no glad
Thanksgiving mood,
For my life was sadly empty, though the
harTests had been good;
For what TO me were tlocks and herds, and
bursting barn and bin,
When the treasure I'd have died for was the
one | could not win?
! can see you, dear, this moment, as you
looked that very day;
See the r. seS in Your bonnet, see the simple
gown OF gray;
see the tenor close beside you, what a hand
some man was hel
could see his tender giances, twas q bitter
sight to see.
How l cnyied that poor tenor how l hated
him own,
As your voices in the anthem rose and min.
2led into one,
1I buy-, til-nn DG ..NN1 $1arn n,tla ,,,.f
In his throat,
All the best Of my possessions; and / could
not sing n note.
And when the service ended, and we heard
the last amen,
waited in the entry-that is what we called
it then
And our eyes met Just a moment, and your
glance dear was so kind,
That. although the handsome tenor allowed
but a step behind,
! dared to walk beside you, down the steps
and through the gate;
And then. a little further, where our paths
should separate,
! sousht your eyes again, dear, with a ques-
ton in my own,
And so II came about, dear, that we neither
walked alone.
Home through the somber woodland we
strolled that happy day,
Anu IL seemed the sun was shining, though
the sky was duh and gray;
Though the dead leaves whIrled about us,
yet the world seemed full OF bloom,
And our fond hearts thrilled with summer
through the autumn's chilling gloom.
And We won a happy knowledge, you and !,
dear, each from each.
heavenly sweet the revelations oi our 81.
lenCe or our speech
j, WHO mad not dared to hope, dear, with a
wonder glad and swift,
Lifted M a great Thanksgiving for this gift
OF every gift.
Aud we laughed about the tenor, with his
voice so strong and true,
ana my envy turned TO pity, as q lucky
mans will do;
For ! knew that he would barter all the mu.
sic tia should roll
from his singing throat henceforward, for
the song within m soul.
All the wealth l had not cared for in q bliss.
ful instant grew
cry prccions, since the future was to see IL
shared with you;
But nought that ! could give you, well
knew could ever be
such a priceless, gracious giving as the gift
you gave to me-.
dream of bliss,
mat has lasted all the years, dear, from that
=, happy hour to this; {
.hroush iile's smiles and tears, my darling, I
meath the skies of blue or gray,
We nave thanked the dear God ALWAYS for s
that blest Thanksgiving Day, I
-Cdrl0hd Perry, in N. J Sun. /